Author's Notes:

This chap contains:
TF/TG, Futa, and vanilla sex

Meadowbrook hummed softly to herself as she read from a book and softly stirred her cauldron. She could hardly believe the strides herbalism had made since her time in limbo. Of course, some of the wisdom she had accrued still superseded modernity in some ways, but she couldn’t hold that against ponies. Unlike Starswirl, she wasn’t in the habit of writing journals.

Now that the Pony of Shadows had been taken care of, Meadowbrook had returned to her swampy home. There was time enough at last to complete her life's work. The bubbling brew would bring about her dream; one that had been delayed far too long for her liking. She stirred the pot, watching the bubbling brew go from a dull red to a vibrant purple. She grinned to herself, knowing that step one was complete. All she needed was the arrival of her test subject, and she could really get her plan into full swing.

Flash Magnus felt alive. More so than he had ever felt in years. Sure, there weren't any border disputes with the dragons, and world annihilating events were on a down turn, but that didn't matter. He was free, and the name of Flash was strong and respected, a testament to his lineage’s determination.

His descendants had offered a room in the family manor, but he had refused. Just like before his time in limbo, he intended for his home to be crafted with his own hands and wings. There was something satisfying about the cloud-shaping process that made his sleeps more restful when a home was of his own design.

That's what he'd be doing if Meadowbrook hadn't requested his assistance. She had neglected to mention what for, but he brushed it off. She wouldn't ask if she didn't really need it. And as a stallion of chivalry, there was no way he could deny the request of a lady. Especially not a beautiful one. He smiled to himself, recalling all the conversations he and Rockhoof had shared where the two had tried to determine who was more lovely: Meadowbrook or Somnambula. The two never made any real headway, but they never seemed to mind that.

Slowing his flight into a lazy dive, he touched down in front of Meadowbrook's home. “Meadowbrook! It’s Magnus, are you here?”

“Come on in, Maggie!” Meadowbrook called back from inside the hut.

“Maggie?” Magnus questioned under his breath. Shrugging it off as one of Meadowbrook's eccentricities, he made his way into her home. The sights and smells of the herbalist’s work came to him, bringing a nice sense of familiarity.

“I’m so glad you could make it on short notice!” Meadowbrook chirped, spinning on her hoof with a bright smile. In her hands was a glass vial with a purple liquid. “I didn’t interrupt anything important, did I?”

“No, I was merely enjoying a week of rest,” Magnus spoke. Of course, he still bore his armor and shield. Even if he had a few days off, it just didn't feel right to be without them.

Meadowbrook giggled, a sound that Magnus always loved. It reminded him of a gentle breeze through a reed bed. “You always were so carefree when you were off duty; I’m glad to see limbo hasn’t changed that.”

“So, what did you need help with? Swamp animals giving you trouble again?”

“Nah, nothing like that, sugar,” Meadowbrook dismissed, waving a hand. “I just made a new brew and I wanna make sure it doesn’t have any big side effects. The mice I tested it on were okay, so this might just be me easing my mind.”

Ah, another test. Magnus eyed the vial, rubbing his chin. “I don't know, Meadow. The last one was bad enough. A month locked to the ground was maddening.” He remembered that fiasco vividly. A foul tasting brew that left him featherless. The memory brought the taste back to his month and he resisted the urge to spit.

Meadowbrook clapped her hands, inadvertently squeezing her breasts between her elbows. “Please, sugar! You know I’ll make it up to you if you help me!”

“Well uh...” Magnus coughed, trying to keep from staring. “What's it supposed to do?”

“It’s supposed to be a cure for arthritis!” She chirped, swirling the vial in her hand. “I know ole Beardy puts on a tough face but his joints practically creak like an old door. And I know Mistmane has complained about her knees acting up when it rains. Think of all the folks this potion could help.”

“Meadow, I don't have arthritis,” Magnus stressed, moving his arm through its full range of motion. “How would you even know it worked?”

Meadowbrook shook her head, her smile not faltering. “That’s not the purpose of this test. I’m making sure it doesn’t have severe side effects, not ensure it works. If this potion causes side effects, best to test it on a young, strong stallion that I know can bounce back rather than an old pony who’s immune system is weaker.”

“Well, that's true...” Magnus mulled it over before reaching out for the vial. “If I lose my feathers again, there'll be Tartarus to pay, Meadow.” Pulling the cork out, he down the vial with a quick sip. He hummed, finding it tasted of honey and roses. “As always, Meadow, you find a way to make medicine not taste the part,” he complimented, putting down the empty vial.

“I certainly try.” Meadowbrook smiled, watching him intently. “You just let me know how you're feelin’ in the next few minutes, alright?”

Magnus took a seat on a nearby chair, giving the mare a thumbs up. “Will do, Meadow, but I feel fine so far.”

“Would you like some tea?” Meadowbrook held her smile, walking into the kitchen. “I picked some fresh ginger this mornin’, should go nice with some clementines.”

“Meadow, you know I could never say no to your tea or cooking,” Magnus told her with a smile. He licked his lips, still tasting the potion. “I'm amazed this place is still standing, honestly. Your family must have cared for it pretty well.”

“You’re one to talk,” Meadow said with a giggle, carefully putting ingredients into a pot of water. “Your family went on to be the most prominent pegasus nobles. I even heard the youngest Flash has eyes on a certain purple princess.”

Magnus chuckled, looking up at the ceiling. “I cannot blame my progeny for that. That young princess is a fine mare, inside and out. I wish him luck. It does my heart well to see our work and personal lives led to such fine ponies.”

“On that we can agree.” Meadowbrook lit a small fire, placing the teapot above it. “Though, I'm only just now getting to fulfilling my life’s work.”

Magnus nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. “My life’s work was protecting my country from a dragon invasion. It seems I’m in need of new goals.”

“It certainly seems like you're doing fine for yourself.” Meadowbrook took a seat across from him, eyeing his closely. “How are ya feelin’? No smelling colors or hearing shapes I hope?”

He shook his head, idly licking his lips again. “No, nothing of the sort. Just dealing with the aftertaste of the brew. Your tea should clear that up.” Magnus coughed, idly scratching at his throat. Must be the start of a cold, he dismissed without second thought. He tilted his head, reconsidering that perhaps scratchy throat might be one of the side effects that Meadowbrook wanted him to keep an eye out for.

“Something the matter, sugar?” Meadowbrook asked, hiding her smirk. “You aren't catchin’ a cold, are ya?”

“I dunno,” he answered, fighting a cough. “Maybe scratchy throat is a side effect of this potion? Still, nothing I can’t haaandle.” Magnus coughed again, his voice starting to crack.

Meadowbrook checked on the tea, nodding as she deemed it ready. Carefully, she poured Magnus a cup and offered it to him. “Here, this should ease your throat.”

“Thanks...” Magnus squeaked, taking the cup. Deciding to endure the heat, he gulped down the steaming fluid. Banging on his chest, he coughed a few more times before composing himself. “Thanks, Mead-” he clamped his muzzle shut, the sound of his voice deeply disturbing him. It was feminine, there was no other word for it.

A giggle came from Meadowbrook's lips as she blew on her tea. “Well now, ain't that a pretty sound? Say somethin’ else, Sugar.”

“Meadow, why are you laughing?” he asked, wincing at the sound of his voice. “This isn't a normal side effect.”

“Course not, it's a main effect,” Meadowbrook corrected, sipping at her tea. “A rather ear pleasing one if you ask me.”

“What the?!” he balked, his mind faltering. “What in Faust's name are you saying?!”

“What I'm saying, Maggie, is that it's supposed to make you sound like that, amongst other things.”

Magnus, shot out of his chair, ready to give the mare a piece of his mind. That proved to be a mistake. Between the stress on his mind and the growing changes in his body, his equilibrium was thrown off. He fell forward, bashing his head against the table.

“Now, Maggie, I realize your upset but there's no reason to hurt yourself. You're lucky you had that helmet on.” Setting her tea down, Meadowbrook made her way over to Flash and hauled him to his hooves. She easily held him up, the stallion too out of it to really resist her.

“What did you do to me?” he muttered, seeing double.

“Oh come now, you’re makin’ it sound all nefarious.” Standing behind him, she worked to loosen his breastplate. “Ya see, Maggie,I'm not too fond of stallions. Not one bit. Always liked mares better. It came to me one night while watching some frogs. An idea to solve my problem.”

“What?” he questioned, the absurdity of the start of her tale breaking through his daze.

“I'd just gift to my friends and family the joys of the fairer sex.” Sliding her hands under his breastplate, she groped his increasingly sensitive chest. “It's a splendid idea, if I do say so myself.”

“Again, what?” he repeated, nearly gasping at her ministrations.

Meadowbrook giggled, savoring the feeling of the sculpted muscle softening under her hands. “You ain't gonna be a stallion no more, Flash honey.”

“Why not just court a mare?” Flash argued as Meadow pulled his breastplate over his head.

“That don't solve anything. Just because I'd bed a mare, doesn't mean there'd be no stallions.” Tossing Flash's helmet away, she latched back onto his chest. She hummed in delight, feeling the soft tissue building under her hands. “Now that the world is so connected, I realized I was thinking too small. Why only share the sweetness of femininity with a handful when I could give it to the whole world?”

“And what about mares who like stallions and creating future generations?” Flash moaned, blushing as his own voice aroused him. “You'll doom not just ponies, but the whole world.”

Meadow cooed, pinching his fattening nipples. “Don't you worry none about that, Maggie. By the way, you’re getting some very nice breasts.” She gave the nubs of flesh a tug, nodding to herself. “Always knew you'd make a pretty mare.”

Flash stifled a moan, finding himself at Meadowbrook's mercy. She had hidden whatever crazy aspect this was from him with unmatched skill. He could only hope that he could get away from her and put a stop to her insane plot.

Keeping her hands on his chest, Meadowbrook guided Flash through her home and into her bedroom. Standing in front of her mirror, she gave him a full on view of his changes.

His heart sank, finding a completely foreign face staring back at him. It bore a passing resemblance, but what was once handsome was now drop dead gorgeous. “M-meadowbrook, please. I'm supposed to be a stallion,” he whined, cringing at his own weakness.

Meadowbrook cooed, nuzzling his neck. “Oh, Flash sugar, there ain't gonna be no more stallions. In fact, there ain't gonna be any males at all.” Reluctantly, she pulled a hand away from his chest and slide it into his pants. She licked her lips, squeezing the base of his erection. “Just mares and mares with dicks. So don't worry, Maggie, your friend isn't goin’ anywhere.”

“Again, why not just court a mare instead of impo-” Magnus felt his knees buckle as Meadowbrook's soft hand squeezed and stroked his rock hard dick.

“Ponies don't know what they really want,” Meadowbrook replied, kissing along his jawline. “Someone has to show them what they actually want. You make quiet the sexy mare, Maggie. So much better than before, don't you think?”

“I think I've made my thoughts pretty clear,” Magnus deadpanned. He wanted to rebuke her kissing and hands, but the potion was making him feel so weak. His armored skirt was growing almost unbearably tight; brought on by his widening hips and growing ass. The only bit of musculature that seemed untouched was his abs, letting him keep some sense of pride. His legs kept some tone, but they too reshaped themselves to be on the more voluptuous side.

“Now that's a sight worth seeing,” Meadowbrook teased, removing her hands. She moved them down, removing the skirt. She giggled at both his moan of relief and his standing erection. “That feel good, Maggie?”

“Faust no,” he replied, staring in horror at his new body. It was a lie of course. It felt incredible and that fact disturbed him. Glancing in the mirror, some narcissistic part of himself was pleased by how his frame made his cock look bigger. His mane was untouched, somehow complimenting his feminine body and male equipment.

“Your moans tell a much different story, hon.” Moving her hands up, she cupped his massive breasts. “More than a handful, just the way I like it.” Giving them a squeeze, she nipped and sucked on his neck.

“The moans are a result of your infernal potion,” he muttered, trying and failing to escape her grasp. “The others will find out about this. You really think they won't put a stop to it?”

“Don't you worry, about that, sugar. I've got this all planned out.” She took a moment to drink it all in, kissing his jaw. “You look amazin’, Maggie. Every bit I thought you would.” Turning around, she gently pushed him onto the bed.

He grunted, bouncing for a moment before settling down. He hated this, desperately pleading he could somehow escape. His eyes froze on Meadowbrook as she started to disrobe. Any doubt about who was more appealing between her and Somnambula ground to a halt as he took in Meadowbrook's nakedness. His breath hitched in his throat as she undid the bindings on her mane and shook it to hang down past her shoulders in bountiful curls. Despite her insanity, she was still gorgeous.

Crawling onto the bed, Meadowbrook straddled his hips. Leaning down, she planted her lips against his. “Give me a night, Sugar, just one. If by morning I haven't changed your mind, you can tell the others.”

Magnus sighed, reaching up and cupping her chin. “I'm either completely mad or a sentimental fool. I'd like to think all the times I aided you meant something aside you seeking to make me this. Very well, one night.”

Reaching up, Meadowbrook placed her hand over his. “Of course it meant something, Flash. It’s because it meant something I did this.”

Magnus wanted to trust her, and it was because of that that he leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss. She returned it in kind, a joyous look crossing her features. Despite himself, Magnus would count the liplock as among the best in his life. Only his departed wife could compete. Perhaps it was Meadow's craziness that lent a certain passion to the embrace?

Pulling away, Meadowbrook took a few moments to catch her breath. “I think it's about time you showed me that 'Flash Virility’ you were always bragging about.”

“Are you sure?” Magnus asked, running his fingers through her flowing locks. “I'd hate to saddle you with a foal before you're ready.”

“Maggie, you don't know how ready I am. This old tree is so cold and lonely, more so than ever before.”

“Well, keep kissing me like you just did,” he started, letting one hand drift to her side, “and I might be willing to give you enough foals to make a platoon.”

Meadowbrook giggled, kissing him again. “And when I'm too tired to feed them, you can take your turn playing nursemaid.”

Magnus ignored that part, kissing her deeply once more. Using what strength he had, he pulled them into a roll so that he wound up on top. Pushing the added weight on his chest to the back of his mind, he gazed down into her eyes.

Meadowbrook panted, her eyes locked to his. There was something in her eyes that drove Magnus wild. Seduction laced with a dangerous edge. There was something else too, something he wanted to dare call love.

“Don't keep me waitin’,” Meadowbrook spoke, giving a seductive purr.

“Why shouldn't I?” he challenged, putting his muzzle to hers. “We have all night, why not take our time?”

“You are an evil pony, Flash Magnus,” Meadowbrook huffed, pouting up at him.

“Says the one scheming to make a world without males,” he retorted, kissing along her muzzle and letting his hand drift between her legs. “How long have you been planning that? Since we met?”

Meadow gasped, Magnus's wandering digit slipping past her folds. She found it hard to think as he slowly teased her sex. “Mmm, hard to say. It's been a long time comin’ though, Sugar. But when we became close friends, I instantly knew I wanted you to be the first one I turned.”

“And why this that?” Magnus inquired, slipping another finger in.

“Because your personality was so perfect,” she answered, her hands moving up to fondle her chest. “So friendly, confident and always willing to go so far for others. Only problem was, you were a stallion. Now, you gotta body I can enjoy.” She bit her lip, tugging on her nipples for his enjoyment.

“And you let me keep my dick why exactly?” Leaning his head down, he nipped at one of the plump buds.

“Simple, the world still needs babies,” she answered, shuddering from the treatment. “And just because I don't like stallions, doesn't mean I don't enjoy that particular piece of anatomy.”

Magnus managed a chuckle, withdrawing his hand from her slit. “You are a complicated mare, Meadow.”

“And you are a simple one,” she countered, pouting at the removal.

“Can't argue with being simple,” he said as he took hold of his length. With practiced ease, he aligned it with her opening and teased his flare against it.

“Stop teasing, Maggie!” Meadowbrook whined, wriggling her hips. “We've waited long enough for this moment.”

“I can’t help myself,” he admitted, easing a few inches into her pussy. “Seeing you get driven wild in anticipation is exhilarating.” Smirking down at her, he pushed the rest in at an excruciatingly slow rate.

Meadow let out a long moan, twisting her nipples when she felt his hips meet hers. “I repeat, you are evil, Maggie. Torturing a mare like this ain't right.”

“I think it's well deserved retribution,” he responded, scoffing at her. “You deserve it in full.”

“Mmm, and do I deserve more?” Meadow asked, giving her chest a shake. “Do you wanna punish this bad mare?”

“You deserve the worst.” With a bob of his head, he caught a nipple between his teeth. He ground it gently, starting to move his hips, albeit slowly.

Meadow moaned happily, tossing her head to the side. A gentle rut from her now perfect mare was a good start. But she knew she'd want so much more before the night was through. Wrapping her arms around Flash's chest, she made sure to pull him close enough to smush their breasts together. “Mmm, give me your worst, Maggie,” she pleaded, grinding her nipples against his. “I want what you can dish out.”

Flash moaned, enjoying the alien sensation. Putting his hands on her hips, he started to pick up speed. “You sure about that, Meadow? You might be too fragile for it.”

“I live in a swamp you featherbrain,” Meadow argued, groaning and writhing in pleasure. “I'm not some fragile flower. Now, rut me like ya mean it!”

Catching her in another kiss, Flash moved his hips faster and faster. A rather feminine moan emerged from his lips as Meadow moved her hands along his wings. He flared the appendages out for her, relishing the attention she gave them. His wings were always his weak spot; nothing felt better than having them massaged or preened while in the throes of lovemaking.

“Mmm, my own little birdie. So fast and strong,” Meadowbrook praised, running a hand through his wing. Finding a loose feather, she gave it a quick yank.

“Oh Faust yes,” he moaned, pumping into her even harder in response. His hips were moving in a blur, and a red haze crept into the corners of his vision. “And you're my medicine mare. An untamed beauty I always longed to call my own.”

Meadowbrook moaned wantonly, raptured in utter bliss. Her other hand moved down to his waist, grabbing his ass. Stifling a giggle, she gave it a hard slap.

Magnus barely registered the sting of the spank, pleasure his only focus. If anything, the strike only further spurred him on. He wanted her so consumed by ecstasy that all she'd be able to do was lie back and take it. Pinning her to the bed, he bucked like a wild animal.

Meadow cried out, unable to contain herself. Magnus was everything she had hoped from him as a lover. More than ever she was convinced that her plan would be perfect. She yanked out another loose feather, followed by another and another.

Magnus grunted like a beast, a familiar tightness tugging at him below the waist. He held Meadow like a pony possessed, his resistance crumbling. “M-Meadow, keep that up and I won't last much longer,” he told her, looking down at her lust-addled form.

“That so?” Meadow grabbed another feather moving it this way and that. It pleased her to see it drive him wild. “Maybe I'll just leave this one in then?” She had to hold back a giggle from his conflicted expression. “It’s a shame though, this one’s in a hard to reach spot for you and it’s soooo damaged~”

“Y-you are such a bitch,” Flash hissed, gritting his teeth.

“This is payback for all the teasing you did earlier,” she retorted, poking his muzzle. Grabbing a discarded feather, she brought it up and poked one of his nipples with the sharp end. “Hm, maybe I should Pierce these? Might look good on you.”

The idea pierced Magnus’s lust, various piercings cycling through his mind’s eye. He shuddered, the suggestion sitting well with him. “Very bold, I like it.”

“So do I.” Meadowbrook lifted one of Magnus's breasts to her mouth, licking and nipping at it. Grabbing his nipple in her mouth, she gave it a hard suck.

Magnus moaned loudly, his bucking becoming erratic. He was dangerously close to the precipice of orgasm, but he needed one final thing to truly push him over the edge.

Letting go of his nipple, Meadowbrook breathed on his neck. “Come on, you sexy bitch, rut me like you mean it.”

A feral growl rose from Magnus’s throat, something primal reacting to the slight against his skills in the carnal arts. “Is there no sating you, mare?” he asked, redoubling his efforts and thrusting with strength he didn’t even know he had.

Meadowbrook moaned and squealed, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Yes! Just like that! Rut me like an animal!”

If Magnus wanted to give in to fatigue, her response made that idea burned away. Her moans and squeals were like honey to him, compelling him more than any siren’s song ever could.

Grabbing his head, Meadowbrook pulled him into a passionate kiss. Everything but her lover faded from her mind. She held the kiss, doing her best to match him thrust for thrust. Her eyes screwed shut, his wild thrusts slamming her bed into the wall. She almost wished that she didn’t live in a swamp. A petty part of her wanting to spur envy in other ponies. This pegasus was hers, no other could experience the pleasure he brought her.

With an almost feral cry, Magnus slammed in to the hilt. Throwing his head back, he pumped rope after rope of thick cum into his lover. Meadowbrook replied in kind, screaming her lover’s name into the lonely night. Magnus collapsed on top of Meadowbrook, a thin layer of sweat built up on his fur. He gave Meadow a tired kiss, looking into her eyes.

“That… I cannot deny that you hold at least some form of passion for me,” he panted out, his arms lazily wrapping around her.

“Some?” Meadow questioned, running a hand through his mane. “Sugar, you know damn well it’s a lot of passion.”

“Not what I meant,” he said with a tired chuckle. “I was referring to either lust or l-” he faltered, turning his head away,”or more romantic feelings.”

Meadowbrook kissed his head, sighing in content. “It’s not just lust, Maggie. We both know what it is. We had other ties then but now, now it’s just us. Don’t we deserve to be happy?”

“It,” Magnus paused, searching for the right words. “I made no secret that I found you attractive back when Equestria was young. But I did love my wife. I am simply afraid of cheapening my memories of her.”

Cupping his chin, Meadowbrook smiled. “As long as you remember her, it won’t be cheap. You had something special but she wouldn’t want you to be alone for the rest of your life. I know Moss wouldn’t want me to be alone.”

Magnus returned her smile and gave her a chaste but meaningful kiss. “Meadow, how is it that you always know exactly what to say to put my heart at ease?”

“I just know you very well.” Resting her forehead against his, she closed her eyes. “Let’s rest for a while. We have a long night ahead of us.”

“Before that, I feel I should say something proper,” Magnus said, his heart pounding in his chest. Meadow, I love you. I have for a long time.”

“I love you too, Flash,” Meadowbrook said, feeling her heart flutter. “I’ve loved you just as long.”

Magnus gave her another kiss, his mind and heart at ease. “Then I suppose our first official act as lovers should be to fulfill your dream.”

Meadowbrook giggled, poking his nose. “I thought you were against it?”

“You made a very compelling argument,” Magnus retorted, drinking in her beauty. “Very, very compelling.”

“Then we’ll give the stallions of Equestria one last night, before sharing our gift with them.”

Magnus nodded, allowing himself to settle in against his lover.

Canterlot, the cultural and literal capital of Equestria. As always, the city was abuzz with activity. Mares of every shape and size milled through the streets for one reason or another. Not a single stallion was visible amongst the crowds, no colts either.

Months had passed since stallions had become a thing of the past. Some had adjusted better than others. Fancy Pants could be heard from Vanhoover bemoaning the loss of her mustache. But, days later she made her first public appearance in a special suit tailored for her new physique.

The princesses had ordered an investigation to try and determine who or what caused the mysterious change, but no results had been released yet. Regardless, life had found a way to go on.

Flash Sentry sighed as he gazed at his reflection in a store window. The long vaunted Flash handsomeness had left him just like it had every other male member of his family; recalled with equally gorgeous feminine looks. He ran a hand through his mane, idly thinking about his lot in life. He considered growing his mane out. Maybe that would help him embrace his new body?

“Checking yourself out again, Sentry?” his partner, Steel Wing, inquired. “Starting to think you have a vanity problem.”

“I'm not checking myself out,” he replied, turning away from the window. “Just, trying to think of ways to get comfortable with all this.” He waved a hand over his figure in demonstration.

“You're overthinking it. You still got the part of you that counts, everything else doesn’t matter,” Steel said, crossing her arms.

“Says somepony that was always a mare,” Flash retorted, nudging her in the side. “But for me, bra shopping wasn't normal.”

Steel rolled her eyes. “It's normal now, so stop getting your panties in a twist.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do,” Flash told her, resuming his patrol. “But after looking and dressing one way for all my life, it isn’t easy to just be comfortable with a new me. It’d be like if we suddenly became unicorns or something.”

“You’re lucky you're nice to look at, otherwise I'd have asked for reassignment.” She watched his rear end for a moment before following after him.

“Oh please, you’d get up to your tiny tits in trouble without me,” Flash challenged, a cocky smirk on his face. “Remember how I saved your flank during the Crashed Canterlot Wedding?”

“Ha! If it wasn't for me, your humongous chest balloons would be trapped in a bra two sizes too small!”

“Oh, and what a sacrifice that was for you.” Flash laughed and looked back at her. “I almost thought I needed a crowbar to pry your hands off my boobs. You're just jealous mine are bigger.”

“Bitch, mine have had no trouble getting me stallions or mares,” Steel replied, sticking her tongue out at him. “You don't even know how to flaunt what you got!”

“Oh geez, it's almost like I’m a stallion or something,” Flash argued, rolling his eyes at the grey pegasus. “Who'da thunk it?”

Steel grinned, putting an arm around Flash's shoulders. “That tears it, I’m enlisting you in mare bootcamp, Sentry. When we're off duty, you are gonna get schooled in the ways of the fairer sex.”

Sentry groaned, letting her drag him along. What monster did he just create?